MC FAMILY
Milly
One month has passed,and everything feels right with the world. Mercedez left the clubhouse the same day Twitch and I returned, and she hasn’t been allowed back since. When Reaper broke the news to her, the women told me she threw a tantrum, yelling at him, but then broke down crying, begging to stay. Some of the women felt bad for her, but everyone knew it was the right decision.
The sweet butts said their goodbyes, and Bomber and Demon dropped her off at an old friend’s house in a nearby suburb. I’m relieved it’s over. Keeping secrets and constantly being on edge was exhausting. It drained me in ways I didn’t even realize until it was over. Now I’m sleeping soundly in Twitch’s bed, wrapped in his arms, without a care in the world.
I’ve been coping well with the near-shooting incident. No flashbacks, no nightmares—just peace. I think it’s because Twitch has been by my side, making me feel safe and secure. He’s helped me overcome my fears. I didn’t press charges against Terrence, but he had to go to court. I decided not to follow the case. I want to leave it all behind and focus on the future.
I haven’t been back to work since, and honestly, it’s been the best decision I’ve made in a long time. Reaper insisted I stay at the clubhouse, making it clear I wasn’t to leave alone. First it was because of Mercedez, and now, after the shooting, he’s being extra cautious. I’ve even caught him smiling at me and Twitch a few times, and I think he’s finally accepted us. He sees how happy we are together.
Right now, Twitch and I are lying in his room, both in our pajamas, watching a trashy TV show. Through everything we’ve been through, our love hasn’t been easy, but none of the good things in life ever are.
I’m lying on Twtich’s chest when he asks, “When are you moving all your stuff to the clubhouse?”
A weird noise escapes my throat. “Why would I do that?”
“Because your home is here at the clubhouse,” he says, sounding offended I even asked. “With me.”
I blink, surprised. “The clubhouse feels like home. I just never thought of it.” After getting most of the clothes from there, I haven’t been back. “It seems like a waste of money, now that you’ve brought it up. Are you sure?” He’s shown his commitment to me, but I have to double-check.
“I love you,” he declares confidently. “And that’s never going to change. I’ll love you till the day you die, so yes, one hundred percent yes, I want you to move in.”
“Aww... I love you too,” I murmur, my heart swelling. He’s so sweet. “Then, yes, I’ll give up my rental and move the rest of my things in.”
He kisses the top of my head. “That’s what I like to hear. I know we’ve moved quickly, but I can’t imagine my life without you. Oh, and I have a surprise for you too.”
I get giddy with excitement. “When do I get my surprise?”
He grabs his phone. “In two hours it should arrive.”
My mind races with possibilities as we finish the TV show. The anticipation is electric, and I count down the minutes until my surprise arrives.
Ava’s dog Conan is barking outside, and I hear a truck pulling up. My heart races. “I wonder what it is.”
Twitch stiffens. “You stay here.” He glances back at me, his expression serious. “I mean it, Milly. Don’t ruin the surprise. Just stay here.”
“Okay,” I mumble, disappointed but obedient. “I won’t.” He asked so nicely, how could I say no, even though I’m bouncing out of my skin with curiosity.
As he leaves, I glance around the room. My sweater is draped over the bedside table, my shoes are by the wall near the door, and my clothes are hanging in the closet. I’ve already moved myself in without even realizing it. Twitch has encouraged it every step of the way.
Without Mercedez, with everything right between me and Reaper, and with time off work, I’ve been so happy. I haven’t slept this well in years. This is what living life should feel like—peaceful, exciting, and full of hope for the future. I’m finally focusing on myself, my happiness, and my journey. For so long, I was so busy fixing other people’s lives that I forgot about my own.
Twitch walks back in with a beaming grin. “It’s outside. Come on,” he says, holding out a hand to help me stand.
I try to contain my excitement, but I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. We hold hands as we walk through the hallway and down the stairs. The clubhouse is oddly quiet, and I don’t see anyone around. That is, until we step out the front.
Reaper and Cash are standing off to the side, and all the club men, their ol’ ladies, and the sweet butts are gathered, smiling at me. My nerves spike as I glance at Twitch. “What’s going on?”
He tugs on my hand, leading me through the crowd. People part to make way, and then I see it—a shiny, gorgeous black Harley-Davidson. My breath catches as I look at the bike, then back at Twitch, confused.
He leans down and kisses my forehead. “This bike is yours. Now you can practice on your own bike.”
Something between a gasp and a high-pitched squeal comes from my mouth. My hands fly to my chest and my eyes water as I step closer to the bike. My hand goes to the handlebars, and I run my fingertips over the cold, smooth metal. Then I leap into Twitch’s arms. “I love it, thank you so much!” The crowd cheers and claps, and my body hums with joy.
I don’t remember a time anyone besides Reaper and Ava got me a present. Tears of happiness fall down my face.
Twitch frowns, brushing my tears away with his thumb. “I’m glad you like it, but don’t cry,” he says softly. “You deserve the bike, pretty lady. Wherever life takes us, I’m down for the ride. I’ll go wherever you go.”
